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Musical Interlude of the Week

John Mayer Double Play

"Gravity" and "Your Body is a Wonderland"


I have a confession. I love John Mayer. I own ALL of his albums and I am a huge fan (not as big as I am of Maxwell....but still a big fan). There is something real, melodic and just gritty (and sexy) about his guitar playing and his lyrics. I close my eyes and pretend he is my "cool, white boyfriend who voted for Obama, smokes a little pot, and paints my toes". (OK..that might be a bit borderline crazy.......) He has so many good songs..it was hard for my to pick one...so hey..it's my blog..I picked two! :) For a white boy born and raised in Conneticut (but lived a bit in my hometown of ATL after school), he has some soul!

I was first exposed to the Grammy winner on the album " Room for Squares ". I loved the whole album but the lyrics of "Your Body is a Wonderland" just struck with me. " You tell me where to go and...Though I might leave to find it...I'll never let your head hit the bed...Without my hand behind it" I sat and played it a few times. Just listen to how sexy this is...


Your Body is a Wonderland








But I think my ultimate favorite Mayer song is "Gravity" from his album Continuum. I think to hear the pure beauty and grit of the song...you have to hear the live version. I just get chills. "Gravity..stay the hell away from me..."






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